This is a non-linear tale of one Ipp's bad day. In my past as an information architect I tended to work my way from a central thought out to various "framing" thoughts, like spokes on a wheel (I call them mandalas). That's what I'm doing here in this comic - from one angry Ipp in the center to the various reasons the Ipp is angry. Noise, customer service menus, being sick, bad stuff in the news. Together, they tell the story. And yes, this is actually my bad day - and as I worked my way outward, I felt better. So I framed the whole thing with an "architecture" made up of peace, love, music and art.